Chapter 5710

Far above the horizon, a tide of murderous intent rolled west-northwest, thick and unbroken as storm surf.

Jared stood on Coall’s vast head-broad as a plain-while cold wind snapped his blue robe like a battle flag.

His eyes were glacial wells. The blood spilled at Nethergate Sect-today it will be paid back.

This was not revenge alone. It was a declaration. Every force across level nine that coveted him or the Draconians would learn that: cross them, and nothing will save you.

Behind him flew hundreds of dragons, each shape unique, each aura savage. Still reeking of the battle at Nullrift Gorge, they now burned with fresh fury at Skyfiend Sect’s treachery.

Their united dragon’s power parted clouds and drove every creature below into silent, trembling refuge. In Jared’s command, the Draconian army had become the keenest butcher’s blade. And in his chest, he felt it-strength so fearsome it bordered on myth.

“Coall, faster-drive the wind itself beneath your wings!” Jared’s command was quiet, almost conversational, yet it pressed straight into the great dragon’s mind like a sword tip.